Wanted For Pleasure: vol 3

|15| Loyalty lies

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"It just doesn't make sense." Morgan rants to me on the phone.

I pat myself down to make sure I have my keys and wallet on me before leaving the parking lot and I do.

Some guy I've never seen before daps me up in passing and I let him but I have no idea who that is.
I look back at him to make sure he didn't pickpocket me or anything, and distracted, I run into just the man I came here to see.

Tate slaps my back strong and does this toothy, airy laugh he always does while holding his chest. It's weird, but it's Tate, everything he does just screams wealthy. He's a character, that's for sure - like a stereotypical trust fund frat boy. Except, that's exactly who he is. The only difference is, Tate's father actually makes him work. Tate Slaughter is the son of Raymond Slaughter-- millionaire, investment banker, and co-owner of an oil company.

"Yeah, babe, I don't know either. It's weird." I reply to her as I stand outside, smoking a jay with Tate while waiting for our reservation.

"I just don't get why I can't get pregnant." She vents.

I feel terrible, she's so devastated. I'm frustrated too but I know it'll happen when it's time. My thing is, why are all these other people getting pregnant left and right when they're unfit mothers, and Morgan— who literally would be the world's best mother— can't seem to get pregnant.

"It's not you, baby." I assure her.

"Then it must be you." She says, making me choke.

Tate pats my back and laughs at me.

I push the sunglasses over my hairline after passing Tate the joint he rolled.

"Trust me, this factory is running."

"What if it's not? Would you check?"

"Check how?" I raise an eyebrow, pacing along the sidewalk.

"Like, go to the doctor."

"I don't think that's necessary. Look, it's probably just not the right time."

"Well it needs to be!" She whines.

Tate whistles to get my attention and tells me it's time to be seated. I only don't want to make him wait because he's been a while since we did lunch.

"Babe, listen, I'm walking into the restaurant I gotta go. I'll bring you something back."

"You can't talk to me in the restaurant?" She makes me laugh.

"I can, but I'm with Tate, so."

"Oh," she monotones. "Hi, Tate. Ask him if he heard from Jasmine?"

"He can hear you." I say, putting it on speaker.

Tate invades my personal space as we follow the hostess to the booth.

"Hey, Morgan. Yeah, I heard from her; she's at my house right now." Tate says, making me curl my face in confusion.

They're moving awfully fast, I think in my head. And by "they", I mean Jasmine. What's her deal?

"Oh, uh, well can you tell her to call me? It's been two weeks." Morgan's voice changes to a more sad one.

"Sure thing. Make sure you text Chrissy what you want, it's on me!" Tate says before I snatch my phone back.

"I'll see you later," I tell Morgan. "Text me."

"Bye, I love you." She sighs.

"I love you, too." I say before letting her hang up first.

"Thanks, doll." Tate winks at the hostess and slips her a cash tip before she leaves us with a couple of menus.